Showing posts with label hollywood theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hollywood theatre. Show all posts

Friday, May 18, 2012

My Work Is Now EVEN MORE Famous Than Yours

I already told you about the commercial that was shot in my place of work. Well, now NPR has picked up on a bit of Hollywood Theatre programming: Hecklevision. In conjunction with the Portland Mercury, we show a film that is rife for gentle mocking. Thus far, we've shown the likes of Red Dawn and Commando.

Click here to listen to the Mercury's Erik Henrikson take Robert Siegel to task for his astoundingly wrong opinion of Point Break. While we're taking people to task, it's Hollywood Theatre, not Theater, and I'm sure Erik would like people to know his name is spelled with a "k" and not a "c."
photo by the Portland Mercury

Thursday, May 17, 2012

My Work Is Famous (and so is my coworker)

A few of you have visited me here in Portland and a few more will be visiting this summer. Those who have visited have received the tour of my place of work: the Hollywood Theatre. Those who will be coming, I will push, prod, poke, and pressure to visit the grand old building. It's a  great place to work and is one of the oldest theaters in the city, built in 1926. The entire Hollywood District is named after it. Oh, and it's starring in a motherfucking commercial*!


It should be noted that, due to the prices of corn steadily rising, we've had to adjust the price of the popcorn mentioned in the commercial. There's no word as to whether Progressive has done the same.

Also, that stellar paint job was donated by the Tradesperson of the Year, Joel Hamburg.

*Sorry for cursing, but it's pretty damn rad**.


**There I go again.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Reflections on I Saw the Devil

It's been a few days since I saw I Saw the Devil and having since convinced an Hollywood volunteer to see the film after her shift and subsequently talking about it after, I felt compelled to write about it. I Saw the Devil is a brutal movie and I understand that it may be tough for some viewers to stomach, but it's not gratuitous. Plus, I often think about how people flocked to Passion of the Christ even though it is similarly brutal, so I know the general public can take a bit of blood and torture (I guess gore is tolerable when it's in service of one's beliefs...). Some minor spoilers below, though nothing that will ruin the movie.

In lieu of a summary, here's the trailer:


I Saw the Devil is an incredible, if slightly long (140 minutes) revenge tale, though I'd really call it an anti-revenge tale (not against revenge, but used like the term anti-Western in film). Our "hero," Soo-hyeon, loses any sense of humanity in his quest to avenge his fiancee. Because his particular brand of justice involves tormenting the killer, Kyung-chui, instead of just killing him or turning him in, Soo-hyeon endangers others, so he pays them little consideration (I'm kind of reminded of Liam Neeson's character in Taken when he ignores all of the other drugged up women who have been kidnapped because he only wants to get his daughter back). Soo-hyeon becomes nearly as culpable in Kyung-chui's crimes as Kyung-chui. After all, the police were all set to arrest Kyung-chui. On a very basic and quite obvious level, Soo-hyeon becomes just as much of a monster as Kyung-chui and one wonders just how much satisfaction Soo-hyeon is getting from all of this because even though he says it's for his fiancee, we all know it's for him.

Brutality and Blood
There are lots of movies where the viewer is meant to root for the hero to kick the ass of then kill the bad guy. This is especially true of revenge movies (though Dirty Harry is the film that immediately pops into my mind, but I don't think that vigilante movies and revenge movies are that far apart). Generally, these movies shy away from showing the real life ramifications of shooting the shit out of someone (or however the protagonist dispatches his or her rival). There may be a spurt of blood or some pooling, but it's usually nothing CSI doesn't show every week. I Saw the Devil, on the other hand, gets you right in there and pretty much forces the viewer to watch (as someone who watches a lot of this type of movie, for better or worse, I was surprised at the restraint shown at times). The effect is that the viewer no longer thinks "hell yeah! Kick that guy's ass!" but "dear god, just kill him or turn him in!" By showing the beatings in realistic gruesome detail (ok, maybe the Kyung-chui wouldn't just sleep off his head being smashed repeatedly into a rock), it alienates the audience from his quest. Soo-hyeon is dehumanized.

A Sympathetic Serial Killer?
Not only is Soo-hyeon dehumanized, but he's a flat character. He's got no depth beyond his desire for vengeance. Kyung-chui is far more interesting and developed. He may be psychotic, but he's not insane. The viewer gets a very firm grasp of who he is even if the viewer doesn't know his motives (of course, who he is happens to be pure evil, so maybe it's not that difficult to make someone grasp that). He shows no remorse and instead of trying to hide when he's being pursued, he keeps going after women. But he still keeps contact with his son (I can't help but wonder what happened to his son's mother), but not his parents in an effort, it seems to me at least, to keep them distanced from his exploits. Kyung-chui is a fascinating character who, while not exactly sympathetic, is well-developed. By dehumanizing the protagonist and humanizing the antagonist, director Kim Jee-woon and writer Park Hoon-jung level the playing field. Now it's a game that the viewer wants a third party to win before things get really out of hand (and things do get really out of hand).

Portrayal of Women
The aforementioned volunteer came down from the film part-way through to get another beer and expressed concern about the lack of care for the women in I Saw the Devil. She's not wrong. There's no strong female character (most are victims) and even Soo-hyeon seems unconcerned as to whether the potential victims are hurt. In the world of I Saw the Devil, women are victims (similarly, Korea is a place where serial killers freely roam the streets at night looking for victims). Is there a point to this? Obviously, I'm going to say yes. Once again, by showing the blatant disregard for others solidifies Soo-hyeon's descent into obsession. He was probably once a kind and caring man (he did sneak off to sing to his wife while on a secret service mission). So women don't come out of I Saw the Devil with much to do, but since everything is viewed through the lens of two psychotic men, I think it can be excused (who wants to talk about Straw Dogs now?)

Anti-Revenge
When I describe I Saw the Devil to people (which I've done a lot), it really sounds like a kick-ass revenge movie (and it is kick-ass). But I just don't feel comfortable calling it a revenge movie since it so squarely falls into the "what does one gain from revenge?" question. I Saw the Devil is a rumination on the nature of revenge and what it can do to us and its ramifications for those around us. Yes, it's bloody. Yes, it's intense. But those elements are necessary to drive home the message.

Or, I'm just trying to justify it because I love Kim Jee-woon's films so much. See I Saw the Devil and let me know.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Heaven's Gate

I probably would've been content never seeing Heaven's Gate and just referencing it as a historical mess. One that almost ruined a studio. But my workplace, The Hollywood Theatre, was showing a 35mm print the past few days, so I figured if I'm ever going to see it, on a big screen in 35 was the way to do it.

There's a good movie in there somewhere. Perhaps contained in what was shot. At its core, the story is quite arresting. Two men love the same woman, a madame who takes stolen cattle as payment for her and her girls services. She ends up on a hit list along with most of the town. One of her lovers has been tracking down people on this list.

There's potential for an awful lot of conflict there and in many ways I admire the film. There is a tremendous sense of place with the sets feeling authentic and, more importantly, bustling with life. Much like McCabe and Mrs. Miller (also shot by Vilmos Zsigmond), Heaven's Gate lacks the romanticized feel of many westerns; you feel like you have to wipe your feet watching everyone tromp through the mud. There's some beautiful imagery and nice performances, so why doesn't it work? I'm inclined to forget about the many controversies surrounding Heaven's Gate (discussions about animal cruelty and budget overruns aren't very productive when trying to evaluate a films merits) in trying answer that question.

First, I want to make it clear that Heaven's Gate isn't nearly as bad as its reputation. I think the critical reception has as a lot to do with people wanting to get their licks in on an already notorious film (interestingly, readers of Empire voted it the 6th worst film of all time, but on IMDb it has just under 5,000 user ratings suggesting that perhaps people are voting based on reputation alone). Christopher Walken's climactic scene is phenomenal. Actually, nearly all of the post-intermission film is worthwhile. It's getting there that's a slough.

The film opens at a Harvard graduation (note: there is a lot cut out from this scene) where we meet several of the men with whom we'll be spending quite a lot of time. This preface to the story reminds me a lot of the wedding in The Deer Hunter except without anything of importance being set up. The only thing really established is that Jim (Kris Kristofferson), Billy (John Hurt), and Frank (Sam Waterston) graduated from Harvard together. That and Jim liked a girl in college. The film takes around twenty or so minutes to set that up and it doesn't really matter much in terms of the rest of the story (apparently the studio let Cimino shoot it for $3 million in England after principle photography was finished, which is crazy to me). In fact, the only thing to come out of this is paid off in the equally useless epilogue where it turns out Jim was married the whole time to his college sweetheart. It adds a nice irony to his anger about Ella's (Isabelle Huppert) desire for two men, but that comes through pretty clearly with the photograph by Jim's bed. By excising the prologue and epilogue, the film loses about 30 minutes of run time without hurting the narrative remotely.

We head to Wyoming twenty years later and are introduced to a mightily impressive set and we ease into the action (and ease is a polite way of saying it). I'll admit to drifting in and out of consciousness during these scenes and frankly, I didn't miss anything. Bloated is the perfect term for why Heaven's Gate doesn't always work. Scenes go on well past their expiration date. Spectacle becomes the order of the day. As nice as this scene looks (followed up by the embedded clip), it doesn't really serve much purpose (and why is it in sepia?). We already know the town is close.


In the first hour and fifty minutes, there's probably around thirty to forty minutes of useful footage. As I said, the film picks up after the intermission and I'd be content to leave most of that in. Sure, it's still bloated, but at least it's action. The shootouts reminded me of Peckinpah, which is never a bad thing.

One minor annoyance was the use of The Blue Danube Waltz in the soundtrack (played by a lone acoustic guitar). That song is completely linked to 2001: A Space Odyssey in my head that every time I heard it, I was distracted, and you hear it a lot. I can't really fathom why composer, David Mansfield, would choose a song already associated with another film, especially one so popular. At least he was good at roller skating and fiddling at the same time.

Say whatever you will about the methods of Cimino (allegedly he tore down the town only to have it rebuilt because he thought the streets weren't wide enough), when the dust has settled, there's something remarkable about the accomplishments of him and his crew. A studio may have been nearly destroyed, but their craftsmanship stands as a testament to their incredible work. In the end, the film is the thing. If it doesn't get finished, then all was for nothing (the same can be said of The Adventures of Baron Munchausen). Studios have to keep their eyes on the bottom line, but trying to craft a motion picture purely for big opening weekends is missing the point. Films are not brief moments in time. They have a life beyond that weekend. Some age well, some don't, but playing it safe will never yield more than fleeting notoriety. Sure, Heaven's Gate is a mess, but that's what makes it interesting.

As a final note, I think it would be interesting to try to edit the footage available to see if one can make a good 1.5 to 2 hour movie out of it.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Weekly Film Rec: Rock 'n' Roll High School

People who know me are well aware of my massive dislike of musicals. I can probably count the musicals I enjoy on one hand (let's give it a shot! Little Shop of Horrors, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Forbidden Zone [the Danny Elfman factor, I guess... I am listening to Oingo Boingo right now], Singin' in the Rain... and now I start to struggle). My issue with the genre is largely the same as my issue with most action movies: all forward momentum of the story consistently stops for five or so minutes for some spectacle in which I have no interest (special exception for awesome car chases). Even Singin' in the Rain has a fairly useless and unrealistic (in the context of the film) scene in the Gotta Dance sequence. It feels like it goes on for fifteen minutes, though I'm (mostly) certain that that's not the case.

However, Rock 'n' Roll High School has a lot going for it. P.J. Soles (who is one of my top three all-time film crushes), the involvement of Joe Dante (you'll learn a lot about my love of him in 2011), and awesome soundtrack even if you aren't a Ramones super-fan, and Clint Howard. What really helps is that the narrative lends itself to becoming a musical pretty effortlessly. Riff Randell (Soles) wants to write songs for the Ramones. Why wouldn't there be singing?

One of the great strengths of Rock 'n' Rolls High School is that it feels no need to take itself seriously. In fact, it almost revels in its silliness. In what must have inspired Nelson Muntz, Clint Howard has an alternative guidance counselor's office in a men's room stall. Mice experimentation has... unexpected... consequences (with an assist from eventual The Thing creature designer/make-up effects maestro, Rob Bottin). Dialogue is both hilarious and punnerific (though, admittedly, most of the puns are on the walls) :
Kate: Look at your algebra book; it looks like it's never even been opened!
Riff: I only use it on special equations

Miss Togar: [holding phone to radio broadcasting live Ramones concert] That, Mrs. Rambeau, is where your daughter is.
Mrs. Rambeau: [over phone] My daughter? Kate? I thought she was in the basement splitting photons.

Kate: I don't wanna have fun! I wanna be with Tom!

Miss Togar: Those Ramones are peculiar.
Police Chief Klein: They're ugly. Ugly, ugly people.
I'd only seen the trailer before checking Rock 'n' Roll High School. Perhaps it was preordained that I'd like it. It was released on my birthday, August 24 (three years before I was born). I went to see it mostly because the Hollywood Theatre was screening it and I got to see it for free (though it had been on my "I'll get to it eventually" list). The experience was such a complete surprise and utterly joyous. I want to share it with the world.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Why I Won't Be Seeing Playground and I Feel Like a Bad Person For It

I was looking at the upcoming events for the Hollywood Theatre because, well, I work there and try to maintain the blog, and I clicked on a link for a special event this week called Playground. Here's the trailer:


Pretty harrowing. It looks like it's going to be well done and informative, but I knew even before my girlfriend asked if I'd like to go that I would not be seeing that movie. I'm generally not one to avoid movies based on subject matter or content, but Playground strikes me as particularly unpleasant and, more than that, makes one feel pretty helpless. Maybe it's in light of the Kyron Horman case out here that still isn't solved, but children will always be vulnerable to something and people are pretty twisted.

I saw The Cove and Lake of Fire. I've seen countless horror films with rapes, mutilations, gore, and torture (hell, one of them had a woman cut a baby out of another woman's stomach with scissors), and while I understand that these horror films are fake, that doesn't mean we can write them off saying "stuff like that doesn't happen in real life" because it does (just generally with less supernatural forces). The Cove is about animals, so it's easy to distance one's self. Lake of Fire is more of a discussion on a controversial subject. Horror movies are spectacle and also distancing from realities. But Playground is right there.

It seems a little like I'd rather just not think about it, which is probably partially true, but I think it's really great that people are trying to expose it. However, since I'm already on the side of, "this is a horrible thing," I don't need to see the movie to be further convinced. It's kind of like how I don't need to see An Inconvenient Truth to know we should try to stop global warming. Playground is probably an attempt at a call to action, but I'm sad to say, like most Americans, I'd see it, be sad, and do nothing. Judging by how I felt/feel after watching the trailer, I don't think I could handle the full film.

If you want to see it, though, head to the Hollywood Theatre on Thursday. It starts at 6 PM.